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I want to hate the I don’table to letwhen the other shoe is gonna drop

Leighton knows my head is a mess

But that’s different than living in it

I need to explain this to her Or convince her it doesn’t matter

But it does

And I don’t knohen I’ll feel normal

If I’ll ever feel normal

She taps her heels together as the guy calls her name Her eyes fix on me She motions come here

That defeats the purpose of us splitting up, but I do it anyway

The taco truck casts yellow light over the beige pavement It turns her purple hair pink Bounces off her white tank-top

A h ht in ly memory

But I can’t ask that

’Cause I can’t offer it Not yet

She turns to theSmiles as the woman in the truck hands her two plates of tacos

I take the bottles of water